Almost a week has passed since that first time, when the hatred in my gaze hit the passing girl so badly that she literally squeezed into a guy in a long sweater walking towards me. I witnessed the words of an apology, an embarrassed smile, a response "everything is ok" and all that other stuff that usually accompanies random encounters. However, my eyes marked the semi-random slip of the guy's hand over the tightly stretched fabric of the skirt of my hip, and the thoughtfulness of the awareness of what happened in the look she threw at me.

That day I decided to try to solve my problem with a specialist. Often, passing by this building from one academic building to another, I looked at the sign and thought that someday I would be inside. The moment has come. The door opened, knocked on the hanging bell, heralded my appearance. There, on the street, the sign still hung firmly:

"Psychological assistance to the population"

We had to wait a long time. Some aunt passed by a couple of times, but silently and not interested in my persona, so I had to look for the interlocutor myself. She was the interlocutor, in the sense of the interlocutor.

- “I'm looking for a psychologist, I need a consultation.”

- "Come into the office, he will come in a minute."

Table, chairs, one occupied by a girl. I take a free, pull the zipper of the jacket, carefully put the cap near me. At the same time I look around, there are no remarkable features. The girl sits quietly. And here is the promised psychologist, shouting to someone “I have a session”, locks the door, goes to the table, gets settled. She is a woman, 40-45 years old, normal appearance, modern hairstyle, jacket, long gray skirt. Not very good wardrobe, given my problem ... But we must start, and she did it first:

- "So, what would you like to talk to me about?"

Hey, wait, what about tete-a-tete? After all, a girl sits next to me, and I have a personal one. And in general, why is she looking at me like that? Hm The intern probably didn't say a word about her. Well, not so important, for one or two to open the soul. I will look at the psychologist.

- “I'm looking for deliverance from hatred.”

She nods and lifts an eyebrow, not surprised, not expressing interest.

“I have some peculiar ideas about decency. About clothes. I can't accept what the girls I see wear. Walking down the street or through the university, I see endless skirts, blouses with translucent bras, fitted backs in trousers, with prominent stripes of underwear, a neckline in blouses, and naked belly stripes over jeans “on the hips”. I do not look them in the face. And I do not understand what makes them wear that. Where does the desire to bare part of the body originate, or to chain the gaze to the shape of the buttocks and force the brain to work on reflections on the color of panties, the benefit of their shape and current position on the backside halves are clearly visible? I understand pornography and erotica: girls do it consciously, knowing that men are interested in their breasts and buttocks, legs and hairs on the pubis, they give it only and want to be admired. Accordingly, the girl with the label “I am the body”, who wore even a white swimsuit to go to the theater, does not cause me any emotions, but when the girl exposes her charms, but requires an assessment of her soul - then I completely go crazy. I can not accept this, for me girls are divided into “good” and “bad”, and a girl with external attributes of a blonde cannot claim to be a category of “good”. Or skirt and lustful looks, or jeans without a hint and everything that you wish. Including lustful looks. "

The answer was silence. I took a breath.

- "Young man, you are afraid of girls."

But I do not know. I understood the reasons for my hatred after the first self-examination.

I would have a means to remove it ..

- “I know. And what can you offer me? ”

- "Meet, this is Anya."

She points to the very girl.

"My daughter. How do you rate her outfit? Honestly. Although, however, I myself will say for you - she is dressed defiantly. Don't be afraid, take her by the chest. ”I jerked forward, disbelieving what I heard.

" Trust me. Stretch out your hand and lay it on your chest! ”

My palm had already gone half way before the mind realized the order. Before I could assess the need to stop, I felt the warmth of the female body.

Everyone knows what excitement is. Animal feelings burst from the depths, where their consciousness hides them, and only when satisfaction comes, do they slowly, as if reluctantly, hide back into their holes, and the person only then gains the ability to wonder what he is doing now.

Otherwise, there would be no sex - for the mind, this process is very disgusting.

Annie, as I mentally began to call her, put her palm on top of mine and suddenly pressed her sharply, taking a sharp breath. She looked straight into her eyes and invitingly pulled her lips to me. Her eyes jerked to the side, and at the same time the door slammed. I recoiled, covered in cold sweat from fright. - “Do not worry, it's mother left. And you stayed, and I stayed. Do you want some tea or me? ”

She smiled, rejoicing in her joke. With a smile, she resembled some kind of actress, and this comparison seemed to have transformed what was happening in the cinema for me, the feeling of the script appeared, and I began to carefully fulfill my role.

I took Anya by the shoulders, sliding my palms over the ribs and then up, stroking her neck and gently tickling her behind the ears. Two palms met at the back of the head, holding her little head, and I pulled her to the lips. We kissed.

Warm and supple, her lips kissed me so passionately that I barely noticed how her hands were on my chest. In retaliation, I slid to the bra clasp and unzipped it; not tearing off the skin, hands freed her chest from the shackles and slightly squeezed the hemispheres. They themselves are soft, and the nipples scratch when you hold your hand, and knead the flesh, like spikes on the tires, as if hiding from affection.

Only two buttons held a shirt, they were unbuttoned in seconds, although I had to postpone for a while an exciting journey across my chest, which was so hated by me when she was half-hidden by a half-blouse.

And of course a few words about the priest, about this bunch of flesh!

In addition, Anya put on tight-fitting pants, and now I just pawed her through them, feeling how hard she breathes and how her penis is getting more and more tight. I kissed her left breast, everywhere, except for the nipples, I saved it for later, when it was necessary to excite her to the very maximum. She, being half-forgotten, then dug her claws into me, then stroked with force, now she reached into my panties with a pen and grabbed a wand.

- “Come on, in me, I already squish with desire.”

I threw off his pants, rolled up her pants to her knees, she moved her legs and they fell to the floor, it remains only to remove her panties from her, I faked them and pulled, the cloth remained in my hands, but I already spat, the member looked like a gun in the sky, and raising Anya in my arms, I planted her on a stake.

She screamed a little. A drop of grease dripped onto my pubis, hot, and I did not stop moving in Anna, a little back and forth, as far as our position allowed, holding her ass in my arms. She got her knees in a chair on the sides of my thighs and freed me, now everything was happening without my participation, and with no more hands I began to caress her everywhere I could reach.

Very soon, she began to jump fiercely at me, I had just crushed her body with my hands with some kind of bitterness, and then she moaned and collapsed at me, twitching convulsively. I moved in it a couple of times and almost fainted, only felt that something was moving inside the penis, trying to get out and getting inside ..

When I woke up, Anya was still lying on me, although we were already disconnected, I just slipped out of her.

Consciousness brought awareness.

Pretty we now represented the spectacle: in a chair, half-dressed, in the office of psychological assistance, and most importantly - only five minutes as friends.

I was a little braking the girl.

- “Get up!”

She reluctantly got off me, looked at the rolling remnants of panties with pity, picked them up, sighed and wiped the crotch, first her own, and then, with another sigh, mine.

Realizing that everything was over, I also began to dress.

- “Now pour the tea.”

One-one, between us a draw.

We silently drank tea with waffles when the door opened a third time for my presence in the center and Anina's mom came in, taking the empty seat. Strange, but what happened did not make me afraid of her, rather, I looked at her as the director. She spoke:

“So, young man. Do you know what it is like to help everyone, but not be able to help your own daughter? I myself gave her knowledge about people in my childhood, thinking that it would help her in life, but I was wrong about one thing. I was too good a teacher. Anya surpassed all my expectations, but it became her misfortune. The fact is that men are transparent to her. One needs a woman who can give him a sense of self-worth, the other is looking for the image of a naive girl who is so popular with aging rich men, the third is looking for a vamp woman. But Anya was bored with them, because it was enough to perform a set of actions to give herself the desired image, and the man was at her feet. Anya began to hate the predictability of men. You are the first to surprise her. When I noticed this, I realized that even my motherly word now will not stop her from conceiving, so I just left. Now is the time for you to go. I'm sorry, but only you can help you.

Try to rejoice that your hatred has served as a cure.

Goodbye and thank you. ”

And now I am walking down the street, thinking, what did this visit give me?

Is it better for me? Yes, but not for long.

Did I get rid of the problems? Not.

His gaze slid over the girl in front, in his trousers that were the same for them. Here they are, relatives, strips of gum panty on the crunching halves of the backside.

And suddenly it dawned on me:

“But in the end, I still answered one of my questions! Let it be in one case, albeit very foolish, but now I know what color the panties of the girl Ani are !!! Those mechanically carried remains, which I now hold in my hand, will always remind me of this. ”